Sunday was a busier day than I’d expected… I rolled out of bed after my silly 2 1/2 hour forest run (see that post), and went to Le Phare (The Lighthouse) soup kitchen. It’s such a gift to have the capacity to give, and once I found my place in the 4″x7″ kitchen with four other volunteers I was set. On my way home a friend asked me if I was interested in Sunday Roast (he’s a Belgian with the good luck to have lived in England last year and the good sense to realize Belgian Sunday dinners just aren’t up to par). We stopped in a pub, then decided to do some exploring of the city.
Here’s what we found… It started off fairly typical and met the expectations you’d have of an antiques store in Brussels…
We knew the next store was for us as we walked into the back.
As we continued to look, we found more and more interesting pieces. This one seems almost sad. A rather confused boy, obviously dressed by his mother.
Moving on, I was comforted by what I can only say what a noble attempt to make Canadians feel at home with this piece:
This is possibly my favourite… asked for financing as it’s a 3800 euro investment. I suspect it will appreciate.
Finally, as evening descended we examined our options for transport:
But instead headed over to the awesome vintage store across the street to pick up a warm coat and hit the bricks.